LOGINThe Cathedral of St. Jude was bathed in a light so pure it felt like a judgment. Today was the day of the Royal Investiture, the moment Leo Draven would officially become the Protector of the Realm. Thousands gathered outside, their cheers muffled by the thick, ancient stone walls, while the high
The weeks following the "Great Glitch"—as the official palace records called it—were the most delicate in the history of the realm. While the public celebrated a swift recovery of the kingdom’s infrastructure, the Draven estate became a high-security sanctuary for a population that didn't officially
The North Wing of the palace was a place of soft carpets and muted sunlight, designed to be a sanctuary for the future of the realm. But as the Dravens sprinted through the gilded corridors, it felt like a labyrinth of ice. The silence here was worse than the screaming of the machines in the High Co
The High Court chamber, usually a sanctuary of measured speech and ancient law, became a slaughterhouse of chrome and code. The grey smoke was so thick that the only things visible were the glowing blue optics of the Twelve Judges. "Lucien, get down!" Kaiser’s voice boomed over the hiss of the gren
The surface of the harbor was a churning cauldron of black grease and freezing foam. Kaiser, Izora, and Caspian collapsed onto the swaying deck of the salvage barge, the massive crane still groaning under the tension of the warehouse roof it had just ripped away. "Leo!" Izora scrambled to the edge
Benedict paused by the tall window, the rain casting streaks across his reflection. He stared at himself, at the monster he had willingly become, and smiled. Monsters did not regret. Monsters survived. Let her mother protect her now, he thought, a sneer tugging at his lips. Let her husband shield
The timepiece on the distant wall ticked beyond midnight. Izora sprang awake, her breath trapped in her throat, her heart racing like a scared bird within her chest. Her hands grasped the silk sheets, soaked with perspiration. The nightmare again. The same one that visited her year after year, ref
Kaiser's office was dimly lit, featuring only the gentle shine of amber light coming from a lamp with a glass shade atop the desk. The golden glow cast long shadows over the luxurious mahogany shelves brimming with unread books and the neatly stacked files he wouldn’t need to manage again. He lou
He stepped toward the door but paused before leaving. “And wash your hands properly. Blood isn’t the only thing that lingers.” The door shut behind him with a soft *click*. Izora was alone again, the silence now too loud. Her eyes drifted to the closed window. Outside, the world looked decepti
It was something rarer. It was quiet. And he hadn’t slept that well in over ten years. --- **Now** The fire crackled in the corner of the office. Kaiser stared into it, jaw tense. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep on her. He hadn’t meant to like the way her breath rose and fell under his ch







